Luyện nghe bài hát Glide

Yo, Inspectah Deck
break your Yo

A message of a
50 shell hot track out the Lexus
Eyes hot, Cyclops, cyborg
Call shop of horrors, Lyric smoking in my holster
Whip and boil, hurricane the holler
Daily operation, bullet train farther
8 seconds a scar your wild buccaneer
Round table revolve around ten
Think you, got all the
Think you poli bitches
You could run the fuck opponent, gotten with the
The swiftness, hit the spots that are
Shake the decent, like 3 sticks of dyno

My administration deceive the
Start the next by artificial insemination
stations, for music in the making
Concentration camps, for industry domination
Abomination, The Competition and you mistaken
I'm a nuclear warhead bomb
of the next man, when the Germans blazing
We burn this for occasions, regardless I see expiration
Preparation sweatin,
I cassette deck and eject your selection for air
Blow a hole through your brain so you can think with a mind
A redesign? of hard rhyme, and slang in spare time

Crime
We rollin with the undisputed, toutin
21 gun solutin, new
Wu-Tang, slang bang unit
Put us in your cassette deck, yo,
Smash and the shit, I'm doper than math
That makes you through the devil
And surpass
The stakes is hot, bullet snatch pots
And hot
Fully operational gats
The uncanny, panty man
Crock, by the hook of the candy man
Look, now you up in the suction
Rap Tight and my appetite

Today's day, The bomb dropped on America
civilization in concert treble concentration camps
Replacement blown, Speaker abduction
The Mad weed corruption
The brain cells decreasing
Its sucker duck season. treason
Blast as you trespass, bullet enters your mouth and your ass
Impregnate the math, give birth to a newborn
Figure of speech form, with 8 arms
Napalms, collapses you perform on dominate
Drama face, abominate, sling crack behind the high gate
The nine fades the of men
the cartridge in
Off the hook like sales condone over the phone

Danger
Bozzy Capone alone, in a Stalon
With a great cannon, bones cerebral
both ways scanning
All you roaches lay down I the brain damage
the banners, the green gamma ray
Gain up the same data,
Then a part where D and you used to play all day
The ray stung you, You kung fu check the cleaner
From line I gun you for fun
Dial
Someone tore the tunnel son
1-2 your fronts
Crunch, munch on you for lunch
You punchbag drunk, headed monk
Top bunk, chunk your trunk full of
Buffer and bump stop me
a scum sucking muthafuckas,
Ducking my just luckily

Other emcees made a big
Fronting on the mic truly great
What? how you want it fried or
I place in right through the of a snake
at mapps, take what we can take
Til the day we die, the pearly gates
Golden going strong, I'm holding weight

(Repeat)